Thank you so much for the replies, AJM and snodderly. I don't know what to do with all of this anger. I went to the garage and threw all of his stuff in a pile. I actually took several pictures and ripped them up. This isn't me, but I can't find another way to cope with what I am feeling. The boys and I have suffered so much since December. Actually, what we have all admitted is that we were suffering for years, but didn't want to face it. We all wanted to believe that life was good, but it wasn't. My H hurt us badly by being incredibly selfish and not caring for us emotionally. I covered it all up. I hid the truth from the boys, my parents, my friends. I wanted to believe that I had the dream of the typical American family, but I didn't. My H was never capable of filling his role. He never wanted to be a full time husband and father. He was always gone.
